Warning: there is a light masturbation (ahem, "stretching") scene that ends after the third line break.

The one problem about living with Roy, rooming with Al in the "guest" room that they had taken over?

Zero privacy.

And so Ed was forced to go about his new assignment of stretching himself in the shower. He turned on the water, rather unembarrassed now that he was alone—the idea wasn't nearly as dreadful to think about as when he was around everyone else…almost eagerly, Edward stepped into the flow.

He washed up quickly, running impatient hands through his hair, and as soon as he was done, Ed lowered himself onto all fours. Really, the only strange thing about this was that he was starting with his ass…

Edward reached back, leaning forward to allow his hand access, and—using the water as a lubricant—pushed the first finger in. It wasn't at all uncomfortable; Ed had long since become accustomed to this sort of feeling, and hummed in appreciation.

He wasn't really surprised to feel himself hardening. However, it began to become more difficult (second finger now) to think of this as a medical exercise and not just another session of jerking off.

Oh well. Really, what did it matter?

A minute later and Edward pushed his third finger in, grabbing himself as he did so. This intrusion, while again not anything new, was accompanied by a tiny spark of pain. Still, everything felt good, and Ed had let out a rather loud moan before he could stop himself.

Roy's head snapped up in the middle of making breakfast. Over the undercutting sound of running water coming from the bathroom, he swore he had heard…

"Uhm…was that a moan?" Alphonse asked, fidgeting uncomfortably.

"Well," Roy sighed by way of answer, "at least we know he's doing what the doctor asked."

Unfortunately, Roy found it rather hard to continue with his previous task. He knew it shouldn't, but that one sound had sent a rather pleasant jolt through him, and he found himself rather disappointed when no further noises followed.

Edward quickly bit down on his lip. Oops. He'd have to be careful not to do that again; he could only hope they hadn't heard him outside…

To distract himself from this disquieting thought, Ed spread his fingers. He wanted to gasp, but simply bit down harder. He was allowed to feel good, just no more noises.

Also, he should probably finish up soon—his showers were usually short…

Redoubling his efforts, Edward made sure to focus on his rear end, pumping his fingers faster and faster—

Ed almost bit through his bottom lip, trying to stifle a cry as he finished. Finally he allowed his mouth to fall open, panting lightly. He removed his fingers and stood up, just a little shaky, to turn the water off after all evidence had been washed away.

Roy couldn't help but eye the boy as he walked into the kitchen, sitting down in front of a plate of eggs. Ed's hair was still wet, and Roy was nearly certain he saw bite marks on the blonde's lower lip…from trying to be quiet, maybe?

Oh, this wasn't helping him stop thinking about what probably went down in the shower at all.

The worst part was, Roy didn't know why he kept thinking about it. The mental picture of Edward splayed out, fingers—he shook his head, and received a questioning glance, which he ignored. This should not be arousing, but…it was.

It had been one thing when he was just thinking that the (pregnant!) boy was adorable, but this was on another level entirely.

Just what was happening to him?

Work, as had been the case lately, was boring for Ed. The paperwork—some of it Roy's that Edward had taken over in exchange for the man completing his missions—was endless. Read this, sign this (or, forge Roy's signature, an event that, while exciting at first, had become dull as well), over and over.

But every time Ed almost dozed off he reminded himself that this was what he had to do if he was going to stay at work and still keep his baby safe. That thought always seemed to sober him up.

Still, be there a reason or not, Edward had to get up and walk around sometimes to stop himself from going stir crazy. He did so then, intending to take a few laps around the building, when a wave of dizziness hit him. Ed had to grab the side of his desk for support, and all he could do was hope he didn't fall…

"Ed!" Fuck. That was Hawkeye. She rushed over, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to keep him steady. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he muttered, hoping to diffuse the situation. "Just a little dizzy is all."

This didn't stop the woman form looking worried, and Edward spied a few more pairs of curious, concerned eyes. No, no, he didn't want any attention… "It's all good. I think I'm just tired—I'm going to go take a walk, try to wake up a little…" And with that, he made his hasty exit.

Ed debated, as he wandered around, whether the dizziness was from his pregnancy or just sickness. He quickly dismissed the latter idea—actually, he couldn't remember having even a little cold since he got pregnant…hmm…

"Ed! Wait up!"

Edward turned, surprised to hear Roy's voice behind him. "Hey…?"

The man came up alongside him, getting straight to the point. "What was that back there?"

"Just a little dizzy spell, I'm fine."

Roy shook his head. "I mean running off like that."

Sighing, Edward answered. "I just…don't want to attract any more attention than necessary. I don't want any questions…"

"Ed, do you know how unlikely it is that they'd connect dizziness to pregnancy? You could abandon all this cloak and dagger bullshit if you just—"

"Told them, I know," Edward finished impatiently. "And I also know you're going to tell me they'll be fine with it. But that's easy for you to say—what if they aren't, Roy? What if I finally tell them and—and everyone thinks I'm a freak?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "I don't want that to happen…"

Roy debated how best to respond to this; it was a constant worry the boy seemed to have, and apparently his usual reassurances just weren't enough. Fine, then. "I've told you a million times, they won't think that…and if they do, I'll just have to beat some sense into them."

Aha! That brought a faint smile to Ed's face, along with…maybe just a hint of redness in his cheeks? Roy tried to keep the rushing feeling of accomplishment from showing on his face as the blonde responded. "Aren't you being a little over protective?"

Probably. But Roy seemed less and less in control of himself when it came to Edward lately, and didn't know how to begin fighting it, so…why bother? "Maybe a little. But I like you pregnant. Makes you a little less feisty."

The boy scowled, and Roy chuckled. "I'll show you feisty," Ed muttered darkly.

They were coming back up on the office—Roy's door was just a few feet away. If it weren't for that fact, he probably would never have said what he did next. "Maybe some other time." What was that tone of voice—a little too deep, too throaty to be teasing? What was this giddy feeling when Edward well and truly blushed this time?

Roy didn't stick around to find out, ducking into his office before the blonde could respond.

Focused a little more on Roy this chapter~

Also I drew a (lovely, in my opinion) little picture of a pregnant Ed...if you click on my deviantart account (linked on my profile) you can go check it out! :*